Servitude

Chains break yet the line 
  Pushes onwards 
  Dust in the cogs has no effect or 
  Purpose 
  What little remorse we have suffers, 
  Depletes 
  To weak to know who you are 

  Resounding cries 
  And I fear this wretch is whole 

  Day breaks yet the sun's dissipated 
  Iron manacles rattle the cages 
  Debt paid in full to the lords 
  The fiends, the foes, the dogs 
  They know who you are 

  Resounding cries 
  And I fear this wretch is whole 

  Inhaling its own tail 
  The cycle repeats 

  They want to see people burn 
  And watch their faces turn 
  Inflicting their pain upon 
  Everyone that breathes 
  Under the sun 

  Days blur into one 
  When the curtain drops 
  To obscure 
  The end to the hell that's begun